“I know how our fingers would interlace. Like this and that. Delicate yet determined. As porcelain scales in serene movements. Iridescent in ways our thoughts could not convey. How beautifully we are made in the ways we trace out along soft skins the words that linger within us.”

You broke my skin and seeped into my soul.

I fell in love with copies of an original I lost long ago.

If clouds did not move how could we see the sun?

I let go so long ago. I fear I have forgotten how to hold on.

I am still looking for a soft heart in the eyes of a someone. A wild and innocent soul. Always breathless to take in a new horizon. Someone who is waiting to drive into the night and wants me to join them.

In this wilderness, Mankind is the animal I fear.

Eternity is vague. Let me fill in the blanks with you.

All this time I have been masquerading as a soul complete.

Under the shadow of your skin, I find ancient secrets. They are now the truths I crave.

You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.

True beauty is knowing who you are and believing in yourself. Happy people know their purpose, have courage to fight for it and strength to keep going.

The beauty of fragrance is that it speaks to your heart and hopefully someone else’s.

For me, I like to be a little bit tomboy but still look like a lady. Pretty tough. Or really, really, really pretty.

No one can break me down. I know my worth and its a beautiful thing.

It is safe to look within. As I move through the layers of other people’s opinions and beliefs, I see within myself a magnificent being, wise and beautiful. I love what I see in me.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Stand naked in front of the mirror and say, ‘I’m f–king sexy.’ That’s where it starts.